Poems from Benjamin James Ayala
Home from work is the time to sleep,
Expecting the same thing for tomorrow to be.
Though with eyes shut, thoughts wander through realms....
He is a Latino Boy
Trapped in a country of bullies both politically and civilly.
Continuously slaughtering the streets for proclaimed...
Some words can be traded, but not taken back
Some goals can be set, but not quickly accomplished,
So for the future of us, let’s set our...
He sat in the best seats
And everyone adored him.
The instructors recognized his glory,
And I sat behind him.
I wanted them to know me...
It’s the warm feel of the valley,
Never will one freeze.
It’s the open roads that allow easy driving,
Nothing like the cities of bustling...